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When little Bunny was quite small, 
He read by candle-light; 

But now that he has grown up tall, 
He goes to bed at night! 





THE TALE 

of 

Bunny Cotton-Tail 

By LAURA ROUNTREE SMITH 



A. FLANAGAN COMPANY 
CHICAGO and NEW YORK 






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Two Copies Received 

DEC 21 i904 

& vopyrignt Entry 

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CUSS XXc. No; 
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Copyright 1904 

BY 

A. FLANAGAN COMPANY 







THE TALE OF 


BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


CHAPTEB I 

Ip little Bunny Cotton-Tail had 
not read by candle-light, this story 
might never have been written. 

One evening Bunny Cotton-Tail 
read very late, and he was so 
excited over the story he was 
reading that he waved one paw 
too near the candle, and burned it 
sadly. Poor Bunny cried so loud 
that all the neighbors heard him, 
and came running in to see what 
was the matter. Have you ever 



6 THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 

cried so loud that you could be 
heard next door? 

Mother Cotton-Tail tied up the 
burned paw in a cabbage leaf and 
sent Bunny to bed. And what do 
you suppose that comical Bunny did? 
He liked the smell of the cabbage 
so well, that he ate the leaf all up, 
and his poor paw began to hurt 
worse than ever. 

This time he did not cry, for he 
was afraid he would be scolded for 
eating the cabbage leaf. He crept 
out of bed and ran out of the 
house. 

Mother Cotton-Tail never allowed 
little Bunny to go out late at night, 
so now everything seemed very 
strange to him. He looked at the 


TIIE TALK OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


7 


big moon, and lie was afraid. He 
ran on for some time and he came 
to a beautiful garden. 

Here he saw more cabbages than 
he had ever dreamed of! There 
were big cabbages, little cabbages, 
and middle-sized cabbages. He was 
just going to have a nice meal 
when he looked up and saw a very 
tall creature waving its arms at 
him. 

Poor little Bunny was sadly 
frightened. He did not know that 
this big thing was only a scare¬ 
crow. He had never seen a scare¬ 
crow before, in all his life. But 
he had seen men, and his mother 
had told him that men did not 
like rabbits. Bunny thought the 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


scare-crow was a man, and he 
quickly crept close to a big cabbage, 
to hide, and lay quite still for a 
while. 

Every now and then Bunny 
peeped out from among the cabbage 
leaves, and there that awful creature 
and the moon were, always staring 
at him! 

By and by, he decided to run 
home, and he started off as fast as 
his little legs would carry him. But 
the moonlight made him dizzy, and 
he took the wrong road. 

When daylight came, poor little 
Bunny Cotton-Tail was far from 
home, and soon a hunter came that 
way, and caught him. The hunter 
put Bunny in his bag and took him 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


9 


home for his little boy to play with. 
The little boy’s name was Harold. 
When his papa came in with Bunny, 
Harold clapped his hands for joy. 
Then the whole family gathered 
around and made remarks about 
poor Bunny. 

“Why are his ears so long?” 
Harold asked. 

“To keep the flies off,” answered 
Uncle Jack. 

“He must have left his tail at 
home,” said big brother. 

“He looks scared. We must build 
him a house,” said papa. 

So they all went to work and 
made a nice house for Bunny, and 
big brother brought him a large leaf 
of cabbage to eat. 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


Two big tears rolled down pool* 
Bunny’s face, for the cabbage made 
him think of his fright in the gar¬ 
den, and his sore paw, and how he 
had left home. 

Then Harold took Bunny in his 
arms and hugged him, and that 
made the poor little rabbit feel 
better, and he fell asleep. 

When Harold put Bunny back in 
his box, he forgot to shut the door. 
He never thought that in the morn¬ 
ing his new pet might be gone. 



When Bunny runs away to roam,. 
Some one is sure to bring him home. 
So Bunny should be good, I say, 
And not go out and run away. 


CHAPTER II 


Late that night Bunny Cotton-Tail 
made up his mind to run away. 
So he crept out of his little house, 
and through a hole in the back 
fence, and was off. The great 
moon was staring down at him, and 
he was very much afraid of the 
moon, but he could not go very 
fast, for his paw still hurt him and 
he limped sadly. 

After a while he sat down on a 
log to rest, and whom did he see 
coming down the road with a wheel¬ 
barrow but Mother Cotton-Tail? She 
had been searching all night and 

all day for Bunny. 

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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


13 


When Bunny saw his mother he 
clapped his paws together so hard 
that he hurt his sore one, and he 
cried: “Oh, ma, oh, ma!” 

Mother Cotton-Tail did not waste 
any words, for Mr. Fox is out in 
the woods at night. She just 
tumbled Bunny into that old wheel¬ 
barrow, and whisk! they went down 
the road; while the big moon 
laughed and made a face at them. 

When they got home all the 
rabbits in the neighborhood stood 
around the front gate, and they all 
cried: “Hurrah! welcome home, 

Bunny!” 

Bunny was so ashamed that he 
hung his head and waved his sore 
paw feebly. Then his mother took 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


him into the house and put him to 
bed. 

Poor Bunny was so shaken up 
by the ride in that wheel-barrow 
that he did not sleep very well, 
and next day he had to stay at 
home with his mother while all 
the other rabbits went to a pic-nic. 

After supper, when he was sitting 
up in a big arm-chair by the 
window, whom should he see -coming 
slowly up the road but his dear 
friend Susan Cotton-Tail? Susan 
Cotton-Tail walked slowly because 
she was very tired. The rabbits 
had tramped miles and miles on 
that pic-nic. 

Susan Cotton-Tail carried something 
on her arm. At first Bunny thought it 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


15 


was a bag, and then he saw it was a 
basket. What do you suppose Susan 
Cotton-Tail had in that basket? 
She had some nice things that she 
had saved for Bunny, from the picnic. 

When Susan saw Bunny sitting 
by the window, she did not stop 
to go around to the front door, 
as her mother had trained her to 
do. She jumped right in through 
the window, and took a seat on 
the arm of Bunny’s chair. 

Have you ever had to stay at 
home from a pic-nic when all the 
other children went? And did you 
have a dear friend who brought 
you some of the good things to 
eat ? If so, you know just how 
Bunny felt. 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


Susan Cotton-Tail had sandwiches 
in that basket, and cabbage leaves 
and radishes, and little cookies 
cut in the shape of a rabbit. (One 
of the mother rabbits had made 
these for a joke.) 

After a nice visit Susan said she 
must go home. 

Susan wanted to go and pick 
berries next day. Bunny asked his 
mother if he might go too, and 
she said he might, if he would try 
to be a good little rabbit after 
this. Bunny promised, and then he 
went with Susan to the gate. 


As Mr. Bunny Cotton-Tail 

Went walking down the street, 

It was his great good fortune 
Susan Cotton-Tail to meet. 

Said Susan, “My dear Bunny, 

If you would only try 
To open wide your parasol, 

Your fur would keep quite dry!” 







CHAPTER III 


The next day, when Bunny Cot¬ 
ton-Tail woke up, he heard the 
rain pattering against the window 
panes. He cried so loud, and his 
tears fell so fast, that his little 
brother thought the roof was leak¬ 
ing! 

Mother Cotton-Tail said it would 
do no good to cry about the rain, 
and she went to the closet and 
brought out a beautiful new silk 
umbrella. She had bought it for a 
birthday present for Bunny, but she 
hated to see Bunny unhappy, so 
she said he might go out in the 
rain so as to use it. 


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19 


Now, Bunny was not a very 
careful little rabbit, so he did not 
wait to learn how to open it, but 

ran out of the house and down 
the road with the umbrella in his 
paw. That is the reason you see 
him so in the picture. He ran 
fast, because he wanted to show 
Susan his new present. 

Now, wasn’t it odd that on that 
very same morning Susan Cotton- 
Tail cried when she saw the rain, 
and that her mother gave her a 

beautiful new umbrella? But Susan 
was a careful rabbit, and learned 

how to open and use the umbrella 

before she went out. 

Susan had left her basket at 
Bunny’s house the night before, so 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


her mother said she might go after 
it. That is the way the two rab¬ 
bits happened to meet. 

Bunny was delighted when Susan 
showed him how to open his um¬ 
brella, and they stood there some 
time, talking in the rain. Of course 
it was too wet to go for berries, 
but they wanted to have some fun, 
so they decided to go to Bunny’s 
house and blow soap bubbles. 

On the way home they passed a 
nice garden. Farmer Jones was 
out working in it that morning. 
Bunny wished very much for a bite 
of cabbage, so he begged Susan to 
come and hide behind the rasp¬ 
berry bushes, so that they could 
nibble something while Farmer 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


21 


Jones was not looking. Now Susan 
was a good little rabbit, and she 
knew that to steal is very wrong, 
so she said, “No.” 

Then Susan and Bunny went on 
to Bunny’s house, and here they 
blew soap-bubbles all the morning. 



Little Bunny Cotton-Tail 
Should not try to roam 
In Farmer Jones’s cabbage-patch; 
He ought to stay at home. 


CHAPTEE IV 


Next day, Bunny went over to 
Susan’s house and found Susan’s 
mother crying, and what do you 
suppose had happened? Why, Susan 
Cotton-Tail had not come home, 
and her mother was afraid she 
might be lost. 

When Bunny heard the news, he 
cried into a little red handkerchief 
that he had wrapped around his 
sore paw, and he said he wished to 
die if Susan Cotton-Tail could not 
be found! 

Now Bunny knew that old Farm-' 
er Jones hated the sight of even 
his little stubby tail, so he thought 


24 THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 

the quickest way for him to die 
would be to run over into the 
farmer’s garden. 

He told Susan’s mother good-by, 
waved his sore paw feebly, and set 
out for the garden. He thought that 
if he must die he would eat some 
cabbage first, and he was nibbling 
away when he heard some one 
whisper his name very softly. 

At first he thought it was Marie, 
Farmer Jones’s little girl, so he 
curled right up close beside a cab¬ 
bage, and did not say a word. He 
peeped around the cabbage, and he 
could see Farmer Jones’s blue shirt, 
and once in a while he could hear 
him whistle. 

Then he heard a soft little voice 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


25 


say: “Bunny, Bunny, Bunny.” He 
looked over by the raspberry bushes, 
and what do you suppose he saw ? 
There was Susan Cotton-Tail, caught 
in a trap! 

When Bunny saw Susan he for¬ 
got all about Farmer Jones, and 
he gave a loud squeal, just the 
same kind of a squeal he gave 
when he burned his paw. Farmer 
Jones came running, and Cried: “Ah, 
ha! I have caught the rabbit at last!” 

Bunny had just time to jump 
into a flower-pot, and Farmer Jones 
found poor Susan in the trap. 

“How,” said Farmer Jones, “I 
have caught the naughty rabbit that 
eats my cabbages, and I have a 
great mind to kill it!” 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


But he did not kill Susan—oh, 
my, no—for she just blinked her 
eyes and smiled at him. She was 
not the least bit afraid; and why 
should she have been, when she 
had never stolen anything from 
Farmer Jones in her life? 

Just then Marie came running 
out into the garden, and Farmer 
Jones said: 

“See, Marie, I have caught the 
naughty rabbit that has been eating 
my cabbages, and she looks as 
though she had never done any¬ 
thing wrong in her life.” 

“Oh, the sweet little thing!” cried 
Marie. “Let me have her for a 
pet, and I will put a pretty blue 
ribbon around her neck.” 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


27 


So Marie took Susan up in her 
little apron and carried her, very 
gently and carefully, into the house. 
She made room for the little rabbit 
in her doll’s bed, and there Susan 
fell asleep. 



Little Bunny Cotton-Tail, 

Is running home, you see, 
And Miss Susan Cotton-Tail 
Keeps him company. 


CHAPTER V 


What did Bunny Cotton-Tail do 
then, do you suppose? He felt so 
sorry about Susan that he cried 
nearly all day, and he was so 
afraid of Farmer Jones now, that 
he did not dare to come out of 
the flower pot! The flower pot had 
rolled over on one side, so he was 
quite hidden. 

Now it happened that Marie had 
a nice flower-bed in front of the 
house, and a friend had given her 
a new plant to set out. So she 
began to look for a flower pot to 
cover it. Of course, you can guess 
what happened. Marie found Bunny 

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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


Cotton-Tail, the flower pot and all! 
“Oh, papa, here is another bunny! 
They must be twins,” she cried. 

Farmer Jones came up, and when 
he saw how scared poor little Bunny 
looked, he laughed. He said if they 
put the two rabbits together, they 
could soon tell whether they knew 
each other or not. So Marie carried 
Bunny into the house. 

Susan Cotton-Tail had fallen asleep 
in the doll’s bed, so Marie slipped 
Bunny in beside her, and he pre¬ 
tended to go to sleep, too. Farmer 
Jones said this proved that they 
knew each other; for if they had 
been strange rabbits, they would 
have fought. 

Night came on, and the big clock 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 31 

in the hall struck twelve, and Susan 
woke up. She was so delighted to 
find Bunny beside her, that she 
almost screamed for joy, but Bunny 
put one little soft paw over her 
mouth, for he was afraid she would 
waken some one, and he was already 
planning how they could get away 
from Farmer Jones’s house. 

He told Susan that he had heard 
the cook say she would leave the 
pantry window open to keep her 
preserves cool, so, if they could 
only find the pantry, they might 
escape. 

Susan listened so eagerly that her 
ears flopped on the side of the 
doll’s bed as though she were keep¬ 
ing time to a tune. 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


Bunny stole out of bed, and began 
to search for the pantry. He told 
Susan to wait until he came back 
for her. 

The moon was not shining, and it 
was very dark. Bunny felt his way 
along carefully, till he came to the 
sitting-room. Here he saw a big 
black box, beside a window, and 
it looked to -him as though the 
window were open. Up he jumped 
on the box, to make sure, and crash! 
he fell on something that played a 
tune! The quicker he ran up and 
down, the louder the tune was, and 
the louder the tune was, the more 
scared Bunny was, and the more he 
ran up and down. 

Farmer Jones waked up and could 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


33 


not think what all the noise meant. 
He jumped out of bed and ran 
down stairs two steps at a time, 
with a candle in his hand. He 
found Bunny dancing about on the 
piano keys, and he laughed till he 
cried. 

Then he called the whole family 
down stairs to see the strange 
sight. Everybody laughed and petted 
Bunny, and the more they laughed, 
the more scared he was, until he 
saw Susan peeping around a curtain 
at him. 

Then he gave one bound for 
the open window. Susan followed 
him, quick as a flash, and whisk! 
the two frightened little rabbits 
were racing away down the road 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


before one of the family could say, 
“Jack Robinson.” 

What Farmer Jones and the 
family thought about it I cannot 
say, but I can tell you that Susan 
and Bunny were very careful never 
to go into his garden again. 



Little Bunny Cotton-Tail 

Should have gone to school to-day. 
He cried so hard he could not see. 
And went the other way! 


CHAPTER YI 


Wheh Susan’s mother saw Susan, 
she laughed and she cried. Then 
she put Susan to bed, and there 
the poor little rabbit stayed for 
a week, and then it was time for 
school to begin. 

When Bunny’s mother saw him, 
she switched him with a little maple 
switch, and sat him up in the cor¬ 
ner until he told the whole story. 

Bunny ran away so much, you 
see, that his mother was quite used 
to it, while Susan was a good rab¬ 
bit and had never before run away 
from home. 

The week passed, and then Bunny’s 


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37 


mother said Bunny must go to 
school. For rabbits have to go to 
school if they want to learn any¬ 
thing, of course! 

So she put up a nice little lunch 
for Bunny, and gave his coat an 
extra brush. She brushed him so 
hard that he cried a little, and went 
down the road with his dinner pail 
on liis arm, brushing the tears away 
with his sore paw! 

Bunny never did like to go to 
school very well, so when he stopped 
crying, and found that he had 
taken the; wrong road and was go¬ 
ing into the woods, he. was. not 
sorry, at all. 

He went. on a little way and saw 
some squirrels. They seemed to be 



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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


having a very good time, and 
Bunny sat down to watch them at 
their play. Then he opened his 
basket and began to eat his lunch, 
for he was always hungry. 

He was so tired then, after his 
long tramp, that he fell asleep, and 
he never opened his eyes until he 
heard a soft “tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.” 
He opened his eyes, and there stood 
Susan Cotton-Tail, smiling at him. 

Bunny did not know where he 
was, at first, but he rubbed his eyes 
hard, and then he asked Susan where 
she had got the dear little bell that 
hung around her neck. Susan said 
it was a reward given her by her 
teacher for good behavior. Then 
Bunny was sorry that he had not 


THE TALE OF BONNY COTTON-TAIL 


39 


gone to school, for he liked the 
“tinkle, tinkle” of that bell. 

Susan said that all the rabbits 
were out looking for Bunny, and 
that they thought him very naughty. 

When Bunny got home, he said 
that he would go to school now 
every day if Susan might stop for 
him. It worked well for a week, 
then that naughty Bunny got up 
early and went down to watch the 
little fishes swimming in the brook. 
All the rabbits went out to look 
for him and found him and took 
him home, as before. 

That night Mother Cotton-Tail sat 
by the fire a long time, thinking. 
Presently, she crept softly out of the 
house, shutting the door behind her. 



Mother Bunny Cotton-Tail 
Seeks Mr. (hyl, you see,... 
And little Bunny Cotton-Tail, 
Is .seared as seared can be... 










CHAPTER YII 


Now, what do you suppose Mother 
Bunny was going to do? She was 
going to find Mr. Owl, who is the 
wisest creature in the woods. And 
why was she going to find Mr. 
Owl? Because she wanted to ask 
him how to stop Bunny Cotton-Tail 
from running away. 

Mr. Owl was at home, as usual, 
sitting on a branch of an old pine- 
tree. When Mother Cotton-Tail told 
her story, he blinked his round 
eyes and turned his head all the 
way around to hide a smile. He had 
heard of Bunny Cotton-Tail before. 

Mr. Owl did not talk very much; 


42 THE TALE OP BONNY COTTON-TAIL 

wise people never do. So he an¬ 
swered Mother Cotton-Tail with two 
words: “Mr. Fox.” 

Mother Cotton-Tail did not see 
what that meant, hut Mr. Owl had 
no more to say, so she started 
slowly homeward. 

On the way home she passed Mr. 
Fox>s den. There she saw an old 
overcoat of his out on the line. 
Then, whisk! jump! as quick as a 
wink she had that overcoat down 
from the line, and was off, carrying 
it over her shoulder. 

When she was safely away from 
Mr. Fox’s den, she crept into the 
coat, though it was much too big, 
and doubled her ears up neatly 
inside his cap. 



THE TALE OE BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


43- 


She looked ahead of her, and 
what did she see, coming down the 
road, hut a little rabbit—a naughty, 
run-away little rabbit? She knew at 
once that it was her own Bunny. 

Mother Cotton-Tail stood very still 
in the shadow of a tree, and when 
Bunny came by, she whisked out, 
and took him in her arms and 
started straight for Mr. Fox’s den. 

Bunny Cotton-Tail was so scared 
that he did not say a word, but 
he thought he felt his hair turning 
gray, and that was a pity for one 
so young! 

When they got near the den, 
Mother Cotton-Tail stopped. Every¬ 
thing was very still. 

“Now, Bunny,” she said, “you shall 


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THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


go in there, and we will eat you 
up, unless you promise never to run 
away any more.” 

Did Bunny promise? Well, indeed 
he did, in a hurry! And Mother 
Cotton-Tail told him that all the 
foxes knew about it and would 
catch him if he ever ran away 
again. 

Then she gave him a big hug, 
which scared him nearly to death. 
Think of his being scared when his 
own mother hugged him! But you 
see, he thought she was Mr. Fox. 
Then she let Bunny go, and he ran 
straight home. 

Mother Cotton-Tail put Mr. Fox’s 
coat back on the line and went 
home, too, very happy. 


THE TALE OF BUNNY COTTON-TAIL 


45 


Bunny Cotton-Tail never ran away 
from home any more. So Mr. Owl 
knew what he was talking about, 
after all. 

Bunny and Susan were always 
the best of friends, but whether 
his sore paw ever got well or not, 
I can not tell you, for I forgot to 
ask him. 


Little People of Other Lands Series 

— By Mary Muller - ■= 


LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW 

For Third and Fourth Grades. Adopted by the Chicago 

Board of Education as a Supplementary Reader. Away up in the 
North Land live the Eskimos, or the Little People of the Snow. This 
book tells in a fascinating way the story of Eskimo life, ever interesting 
to all children. The type is large,- and the book is admirable reading 
for the grades for which it is intended. It contains twenty-eight 
illustrations, manv of which are full pace; 108 pages of reading matter. 
Silver stamped cloth cover, price, 35 cents. Boards, 25 cents. 

LITTLE PEOPLE OF JAPAN 

For Third and Fourth Grades. In the story of the birth 

and surroundings and growth of Kaga, a Japanese boy, the author 
gives children an interesting insight into the customs, dress and 
child tales of this notable people. The book is appropriately illus¬ 
trated with half-tones from photographs from life. Cloth, 192 pages. 
Price, 40 cents. 

THE STORY OF WRETCHED FLEA , A Little Chinese Boy. 

For Second and Third Grades. Miss Muller has a charm¬ 
ing way of telling about little folks, for little folks. In the story of 
Wretched Flea she tells of the home life of a typical Chinese boy, be¬ 
ginning with his birth, his surroundings as a baby, as a school boy, 
as a worker on his father’s tea farm, as a young man attending college, 
and his early manhood. All children will be greatly interested in it 
and every person can learn much from it of these strange people. The 
quaint custom in China of attempting to fool evil spirits is shown by 
the peculiar name of the boy whose life is so entertainingly written by 
Mary Muller. Large type. Illustrated. Cloth. 157 pages. Price, 
35 cents. 


STORY OF AKIMAKOOj An African Boy. 

The scene is laid in the wilds fof Africa. Akimakoo is the son of 
the ruler of a strong tribe of the wilds of Africa. He is ambitious to 
become a great hunter. In telling the story of the attaining of his 
wishes, descriptions are given of the people, their habits and produc¬ 
tions; the elephant hunt; among the cannibals; of the warv crocodile, 
etc. The story is good—has all of Miss Muller’s art. Cloth, 150 
pages. Price, 35 cents. 


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Charming Animal otories - - and New 


‘BLACK BEAUTY 

For Third and Fourth Grades. The autobiography, of a 
horse. Black Beauty, in recounting the many incidents of his life, 
has given us a series of stories full of interest, danger and excitement, 
through all of which is a pathetic plea for the more considerate treat¬ 
ment of his kind. He tells his story from colthood to old age, and an 
interesting one it is. In fact, few stories have equaled it. 

Over one million copies have been sold. Our edition is the best 
one on the market to-day for the money. The paper is good, the 
print large, the binding strong. 214 pages. Price, Cloth, 30 cents. 
Paper 15 cents. 

COLLIERY JIM : The Autobiography of a Mine Mule. 

For Fourth and Fifth Grades. By Nora Finch. Hun¬ 
dreds of thousands of “Black Beauty" have been sold, and the amount 
of good done by the publication of this book is beyond estimate. 

Colliery Jim is similar in style and character, but is an account of 
a mine mule instead of a horse. The style is much the same. It 
begins with his early life in the West, his purchase, and the sending of 
him to a coal mine in Pennsylvania. Descriptions are given of the meth¬ 
ods of shipping live stock, suggestions made in reference to the same. 

Colliery Jim tells about coal mines, of the methods of mining, and 
all the conditions existing at present. 

Miss Finch lives in a part of the coal mining district of Pennsylvania 
and her work is based on facts. Illustrated. Good type, paper 
and print. Cloth. 170 pages. Price, 40 cents. 

DUKE 

For Third and Fourth Grades. This is a sequel to Black 
Beauty, and like it has met with great popularity. It is the story of 
Duke, one of the noblest dogs of dog kind. The frolics of Duke and 
his merry companions are the delight of all children and make a most 
interesting story. The intelligence of this dog is almost human. His 
many hairbreadth escapes, his rescues of human life, his noble self- 
sacrifices, his wonderful adventures, make him the hero of all dogs, 
and render his life human in everything but speech. 154 pages. 
Price, Cloth, 30 cents. Paper, 15 cents. 

THE STRIKE AT SHANE'S 

For Third and Fourth Grades. This is a second sequel to 
Black Beauty, and is a strong plea for dumb animals. It points a 
moral that all should read and fully heed. 

It illustrates how an avaricious man in his greed for money can be 
misled into the cruel abuse of dumb animals, how retribution overtakes 
him in the form of a “strike" among the beasts of burden, how he is 
finally led to see the error of his way, and how prosperity once more 
smiles upon him. 96 pages. Price, Cloth, 30 cents. Paper 15 cents. 


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